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Shaded Chains Extract: Kink in Ink
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For today, we’re looking at getting very kinky with ink, or more the fun Ross can have with his tattoo gun as he keeps Alex warm from the Scottish winter chill…
All links to the shaded chain were small, discreet, not quite circling Alex’s cock in true collared fashion. That would come with next year’s anniversary, and the years after would see the chain moving up and around Alex’s cock.
A touch of petroleum came next, just a slight sheathe to cover the link, although from the soft groans and moans off Alex as he lay bound on the table, anyone would have thought he was being fully lubed and was about to be jacked off to high heaven.
“Calm it,” said Ross quietly as he reached back into his case. Alex took a few deep and calming breaths as he glanced down.
The shader tattoo machine was already set up. Usually a liner could be used, but for an ink job this size, and on the cock in particular, the shader offered less trauma to the skin. The final touches to the ink machine were set up, and he leaned down, only to have Alex tense and hiss before the needles touched skin.
Ross kissed at the base of Alex’s cock. “Easy. How many times have I inked you here, lad?”
“Four, Sir,” mumbled Alex.
“How many times have I inked your body in general?”
“Eight.” Alex writhed a little, his cock perking up. “Hip, ass, around the navel, arm….”
“Did you trust me with each of those?”
“Fuck, yes.” Hips arched up into another of Ross’s kisses, and Ross feathered a light touch on Alex’s inner thigh. Then as Ross flicked the machine on, allowing the coils to work the needles, vibrating slightly in his hand—he pressed the flat of it against Alex’s cock, letting him feel the vibration, but nothing more.
“Oh Christ, yes.” Alex gripped the ropes, pulling hard, angling his hips up so his cock shifted against the tattoo machine, the needles missing his scrotum by inches.
The needles looked worse than they actually were, coming out a good three and a half millimetres. But resistance from Alex’s cock and a very careful hand would see it kept safely within the dermis. Ross knew his craft, especially when it came to marking Alex—always when it came to marking Alex.
Alex seemed to naturally calm and control his body, knowing Ross needed him to be still now. Then as the first touch of the needles came, Alex bit into his shoulder, groaning.
“All that fancy art training, Sir,” breathed Alex, adding a chuckle, “and, Christ—if only the father could see the son work his art now. How he left university to work in a tattoo studio.”
Ross grinned as he wiped away excess ink, then held Alex’s cock. The dancing it was doing wasn’t helping.
“Please tell me I’m not the only one who gets hard having you tattoo their dick,” groaned Alex. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Nae. It’s not embarrassing: it’s you, and I love how you react.” Ross was well into shading the link. “And despite popular belief, I dinna ink that many cocks. A few dickheads, sure, but no’ that many cocks.”
Ross shifted his touch, gently tugging at Alex’s balls. He didn’t have to do that, but he liked the look of Alex’s heat too much to let his cock soften. His dick didn’t need to be hard for the ink job, but— “Only you,” he mumbled, and it was almost lost to the soft vibration of the tattoo machine.
Alex bit and bruised his arm, eyes screwed shut as he was left panting on the table and desperate to keep still and not roll his hips into the pained pleasure. Ross kept flicking a look up to him, keeping a close watch for any stresses that said it was beyond even his pain-pleasure levels. Alex looked more than fuckable, but Ross controlled his own need. Ross’s change from jeans to loose jogging bottoms was done to deliberately take into account just how much he needed to keep a cool head and unconfined cock. One slip into the sub-dermis of the skin and major damage would be done. So Ross controlled his breathing and kept a very steady hand and heartbeat with how the needles played Alex’s cock.
“Done,” he said eventually, easing back and looking at how the links almost joined together.
He kissed just below the artwork and Alex groaned and writhed into the rope.
“Happy anniversary for next month.” Ross had done this tonight, a month or so early, to really enjoy their time together in a few weeks. “That and all the soppy Scottish romance shit that comes with it.”
Novella: Shaded Chains
Author: Jack L. Pyke
Genre: Dark BDSM Contemporary Romance
Word Count: 30,000
Jack L. Pyke blames her dark writing influences on living close to one of England’s finest forests. Having grown up hearing a history of kidnappings, murders, strange sightings, and sexual exploits her neck of the woods is renowned for, Jack takes that into her writing, having also learned that human coping strategies for intense situations can sometimes make the best of people have disastrously bad moments. Redeeming those flaws is Jack’s drive, and if that drive just happens to lead to sexual tension between two or more guys, Jack’s the first to let nature take its course.
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